The Widow

Chapter Twenty-Six: Barrington Fair

Body sore and fatigue, Emelie sat on the window sill, watch dawn cast over the land. Her skin grew cold from the draft, only but a thin layer of fabric covered her and the bruises along her beautiful form- reminder of last night. Emelie's body shudder from the feeling of Dion still ramming inside her, in and out, the rough erratic behavior made her legs weak and numb. She could barely walk, yet along climb the stairs to get to her chambers. She could still fell the blood trickling down her inner thighs, the thick red liquid made her skin sticky and wet. Her fingers trembled as she wiped herself clean, yet, she still could not erase the memory of father and son's rage.

The young woman couldn't help but feel the rush of weakness as part of her strength were taken by the same blood of the man who broke her. The rage inside her turned into roaring flames, boiling her blood, and setting last piece of innocent in flames.

"E-Emelie?" A soft light voice filled the room, causing the raging woman to stiffen before looking over her shoulders to glare at the intruder. Soft blue eyes was the first thing she saw; the first thing Emelie want to gauge out, then the platinum blonde hair that she wanted to cut and burn, next the ivory skin that was a symbol of purity and beauty. Emelie wanted to cut every inch of that ivory skin to show the impurity revolution being on the inside. Talia steps into the room, hands trembling and eyes puffy as she cried all night. "Are you al-"

"Hush." Emelie forced, not wanting to hear her voice or be in her presence. "You speak so boldly now, yet your words were but whispers in the wind last night."

The blonde princess shuddered from the image of last night going through her mind. The agony upon her sister-in-laws face, her step-father's aggression, and the plea in Emelie's brown eyes that she was too afraid to act on. "Please, I- I apologize."

"Apologize!?" Emelie painfully stood to her feet, her arms wrapped around her body to shield her from the world around, from everyone. "You are no more than evil like the man who inflicted pain upon me. You watched and ran, you had the power to stop this but you left me to be used. You want to be my sister, yet not once have you provided the means of one. Leave my chambers and never step foot in here again, I do not want to speak to you ever again, we will only see each other around others."

Talia stepped away in fear, the aggression and pain in Emelie's voice struck fear into her heart. Without squeaking another word, the impure blonde ran from the room, crying, and flushed. However, Emelie did not cry. She no longer held the capability to shed tear for others who aren't worthy of it, her strength held onto her the best way it could, and the rage fueled her to keep going.

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The Barrington's fair, an elite festival in the middle of the market roads; jokers, theater actors, performers and other entertaining beings walked along the path, making the people laugh and satisfying the two king's. Emelie settles across the road next to general Constantine like she promised, however, she wanted to escape the harsh gaze of the evil man that branded her with harsh memories.

"I must say my greetings to a few others, I will return soon." She patted the general's hand, who was too busy studying the fire breather to even care. Walking from the row of chairs, Emelie hide herself behind a stand selling trinkets and jewelry, she pressed her hand to her chest and took slow breathes as her heart kept pacing and lungs expanding.

"Emelie!" A delicate angelic voice was heard over the crowd of fascination. A small golden hair child ran from the throng, her cheeks red as she smiled so brightly, her tiny arms stretched out before wrapping them around Emelie's waist.

The young woman could help but jerk away, keeping the child at arm length. An outsider would see she was taking the child's appearance in, but the sense of being touched by anyone at the moment struck fear in Emelie's heart as she imagined Dion coming around for seconds. "Grais." She spoke breathlessly, her eyes immediately glossy. "You've grown."